The last known transmission from Yavin Theta Station came as static laced with a scream.
They said it was a woman.
One woman, alone.
….but they didn’t understand.
She wasn't a legacy.
She was a reckoning.
By the time the New Republic Intelligence Bureau received the emergency beacon, Yavin Theta had gone dark. Every sentient being aboard…dead. Not from blasters. Not from sabers…from a pressure…an invisible weight so crushing it had folded men in half….like paper.
A name scrawled in blood across the holoterminal:
"Skywalker."
The whispers began again…
Not the name Vader. Not Palpatine. Not even the word "Sith."
This was something older. Something much much worse.
Jedi Masters who had turned their backs on war now wept in their sleep.
They said the Force trembled….not from imbalance…but from invasion.
She walked through the Outer Rim like a slow-moving infection, infecting worlds not with death but with dread. She spoke only when necessary, and when she did, the Force itself seemed to hold its breath.
Her ship was no longer mechanical. It “lived.” A creature stitched from ancient tech and corrupted kyber, wrapped in black dura-steel veins. Its heartbeat moaned through hyperspace like a dying god.
She landed on Ahch-To in silence.
The ocean churned violently the moment her boots touched stone. Lightning struck the ancient Jedi temple again and again….until the towers burned.
The caretakers fled into the sea.
Only the ghost of Luke Skywalker remained.
Not a specter….not even a Force vision….a remnant….a scar left in time….his back turned. His cloak tattered.
"You have his eyes," he said.
"And you have his failure," she replied.
They didn’t fight…not at first.
Luke tried to reason. To explain how her father turned. How he was redeemed. How Anakin came back.
She laughed…cold, cruel, and terribly young.
"You watched him burn and called it peace. I came to finish his scream."
…then the sea split.
She didn't draw her saber.
She drew the void itself…..a blackness that bled from her fingers like liquid hate. Luke raised his hand in defense….and shattered.
The mountain cracked…
The stars blinked…
And in the ashes of the Jedi’s last refuge, she whispered a single word:
"Next."
…
Across the galaxy, old evils stirred...
Holocrons activated themselves...
Temples cracked open...
Even the Sith who thought themselves extinct felt her coming.
She wasn’t just Vader’s daughter…
She was the black thread in the Force’s tapestry…unraveling it from the inside.
She wasn't here to bring balance.
She was here to END the story…
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